[Intro instrumental] [Lyrics that don't sing] [Intro electric piano and synth] [Verse 1] Rubbing my eyes, I open the freezer Grab a slice of bread, peel back the wrapper Toaster's burning, a smell in the air Keeps me alive one more day, right here [Chorus 1] Every morning, I eat my bread If I'm not full, I fill with dread Nobody survives without something to eat Kind of a hassle, this human thing, weak (so weak) [Inter E.Guitar stabs] [Verse 2] Thursday market, bread twenty percent down Grab one quick before it's gone Slicing, wrapping — never quite right Bread on my plate leaning, out of sight [Bridge] I want to be liked, hate being alone Even faking fine, I want it known I'm okay — the world works out somehow Someday I'll meet someone, I know it now But God plays tricks, a cruel little game Sadness comes free, tied to my name [Chorus 2] Every morning, one slice will do Just living right — that's all I do If I'm not full, I search some more Kind of a hassle, this human core (this core) [Outro] Biting my toast, I open the window wide Someone else's morning feels the same inside Loved a little, hated some too I'll eat my bread again — mornings do [Ending Instrumental]
